23-10-2012; iii

press your cheek against
the fire. breathe dust
and angels wings into

the wandering fingers of
me, i,

someone who’s only
mortal and living in
wonderland

except it’s not quite
so wonderful and more

like fire and
brimstone,

with the souls of fools
and those who’ve taken
love from another.

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